Twenty-Four Days and a Wish

“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.” — Anne Bradstreet Twenty-four more days until spring arrives in the northern hemisphere. On Tuesday, it was 45F (7C) in my part of Wisconsin, which required a walk in the neighborhood. The skies were a brilliant blue, the sun exuding warmth, and although there was a noticeable southwest breeze, it was warm enough to reject a neck gaiter and extra-warm gloves or mittens for the first time inRead more

In a Cat’s Corner

“Hey mom?” “Yes, Gibbs?” “Are you writing again?” “I suppose I am…trying to come up with something for Stream of Consciousness Saturday.” “Stream of what?” “Consciousness. It’s a weekly prompt where all of the bloggers write a post without making any changes other than to fix their own bad spelling.” “That sounds hard.” “It is, Gibbs. Especially for me. I tend to be an obsessive/compulsive perfectionist. It’s hard for me to not want to fix something that sounded right whenRead more

Smoky Goodness

I’m revisiting a very savory subject matter and a bacon post from 2014. Natasha and I used to have a hearty appetite for the flat, crispy strips of pork. We would drive over an hour north to buy the good stuff on sale, as if we were rendezvousing with a nefarious swine dealer. But then our eating habits changed in the name of better health and we both cut back on red meats. Fast forward to April 4, 2020. NatashaRead more

Tasting Times Two

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”  ~Anais Nin~ Exactly. Why wouldn’t we? In writing, we can relive happy childhood moments, feel the wrinkles of an elderly parent’s hand, witness the landscape of a bike trail, and taste the black smoothness of the best.cup.of.coffee.ever. No matter the genre of our writing, we somehow invoke memories, experiences, senses and the here-and-now to create the written word and taste life again. Yummy! What is on your tongueRead more

Breathe Deep

The soil is the great connector of lives, the source and destination of all. It is the healer and restorer and resurrector, by which disease passes into health, age into youth, death into life. ~Wendell Berry~ This time of year, spring in Wisconsin, the smell of mud and dirt begin to permeate the senses.  We see the dark combination of minerals and decaying organic matter poking through the melting snow, finally freed from months under a blanket of frozen white. TheRead more

On Guard

  She has moved her attention elsewhere, to the breeze machine in the hall. She sits on guard.   What pretty girl? You say it is not your intent to guard the breeze machine? What then?   Oh, you wait for entry into that other room, the one with the softer mattress? The room with a different smell and cool stuff?   Alas, Dear Extra Pillow, access is denied for now, you will have to wait for Natasha’s return.  Read more